womenarts quarterly journal

A Disease Called The Virgin

The Virgin walks into a bar

                        orders scotch

                                                & says I took a man

                        home last night

 

                                                                                    I think He’s dead

                                                He never woke up

 

 

                        The Virgin walks

                                                into a bar                     says someone

                                   

                                                            please take me home

                                                                                    but don’t love me

 

                                    He made that mistake once

                                                                                    it killed Him

 

 

                                                                                                The Virgin walks into

                                    a bar & says

           

                                                                        I wanted to marry a poet

                                    so I wouldn’t have to                                                  think

                                                                                   

                                                                                                orders a rum

                                    & coke

                                                           

                                                             everyone is asleep but Him

                                    soaks her fingers

                                                                                    in whiskey, touches

 

                                    then generations come

                                                                                    then a pulse, His pulse

 

 

                                                The Virgin

                                                                                                walks into a bar

                                               

                                                                        sits on a stool & says

 

                                    So this is the new world

                                                                                                still king deep

                                   

                                                            still making love between a meat grinder

                        & a man’s corpse

 

                                    Someone at the bar wakes up             walks over

                                                                                                            to The Virgin

                                   

                                                            scrapes together two stones

 
(Originally published in WomenArts Quarterly Journal)